Role

Chapter 14

Screaming..screaming is all he can hear as bolts awake, cold sweat
drenching his shirt. Another dream, but he had thought they had stopped. For
it had been some time since he had such vivid dreams as this, and ever since
he found his way to the forge things have been peaceful and right. Why now?
What had happened to change such in his balance of nature?

Only now taking the time to look around, he saw that his hands were covered
in blood and that the taste of iron filled his mouth. As he wiped his forearm
across his mouth, thick reddish brown stains appeared on his sleeve. When had
this happened, and who's blood was it?? Slowly the memories came flooding
back of his last battle with the foul magi who mocked the forms of nature. A
vicious hawk that shifted into a bull. It had driven him to his limit, yet
looking off to the side he saw the reverted form of a human pulverized to
death. Around the neck it appeared the jugular had been sliced to give back
the blood to nature, as a thick black puddle of blood slowly seeped into the
ground.

It had been said that Lanathalis sought to walk the path of a berserker, to
seek purity in the blood. But something did not feel right, as he sat here
recovering from not only his battle but his dreams. As he stared at his own
wounds, he knew that he had found a small bit of a weakness in his own soul,
that of his ego. That it was his ego that drove him to become a berserker and
to show off to others, with only the true dedication to nature a second
thought. Yet now forged in the battle, such weakness had been bled from his
body and his own ego taken a beating. He was victorious in this fight, but he
would have to take some time to recuperate which left the world vulnerable.
Nature was placed at risk, so that his ego could be fed and had there been
another magi with this one he would not have survived.

Placing himself upon the anvil, Lanathalis knew he would become something
better, something shaped by nature. To not only be the wrath and hand of
nature, but to be one who healed and returned its power to it. He would not
be weak like this ever again, and he would not allow nature to be placed at
risk. This..this is what his dream had spoken of.